Finding Daddy

Salome 10/08

Finding Daddy

IX

Kagome's departure affected the monk powerfully. He did not see her again before she returned to her own time, and Sango came back after bringing her to the well only to ensure the pair did not need her to fetch food for them before she returned to her watch, taking Shippo with her. Inuyasha was quiet, pensive, and spent his time apologizing and fretting until Miroku suggested he attempt to practice with his sword.

At first the hanyou laughed at the idea, saying Tessaiga was far too big for a little boy like him, then catching himself and nodding solemnly. He was awkward, not nearly his former self, but as the magical weapon did not expand to its enhanced size, he was able to wield and swing it without much difficulty.

Sitting up and watching his companion, Miroku spoke softly. "You always protected all of us. Even when we did not need it. Brave, reckless Inuyasha."

Inuyasha turned at the words and let his sword drop. There was something in his eyes, a knowing, adult gaze the monk had not seen since he found him days earlier, injured and lost to himself. "Inuyasha?"

The boy-man blinked and the illusion—was it an illusion?—dissipated. Back was the innocent stare, the fearful hanyou child in the adult's body. "Sorry, Houshi-Daddy," he said, bending to retrieve the sword. "I'll keep practicing." And he walked away, pausing only to look back with wide, sad, golden eyes.

Miroku sighed and forced himself to rise. He grabbed the pail Sango had brought water in and went to fetch more. He was deeply thirsty and needed to rouse himself in case Kagura returned or even Naraku.

Inuyasha sought the safety of a small stand of oaks to release his frustration. He hoisted his sword high and hacked and beat the young trees, slicing through a sapling in one blow and crashing into the bark of a sturdier neighbor. "Damn, damn, damn," he swore as he hacked away, images of Tessaiga's battle form looming unbidden behind his eyes. He saw himself launching into attacks, crying out in battle against hordes of demons, protecting Kagome from danger as she pulled back her slender bow… He whined in desperate negation of the self he saw, a self far removed from who he knew himself to be—a child in need of protection from the monk who loved him as no other ever had. Yet the other knowledge pressed against his temples and made his head pound. "Houshi…," he cried, the sword falling to earth from his calloused hands as he clung to a tree trunk and his body shook.

Having gratefully drunk his fill from the stream and splashed his head and face with its rejuvenating coolness, Miroku filled the bucket and returned to the campsite. Inuyasha was nowhere to be seen, and Sango had not returned. He listened for sounds of clumsy swordwork or whined complaints, but all was still. His heart raced. What if… Oh but there were too many possibilities: attack or kidnapping or worse. Perhaps the dejected creature had simply taken himself away to keep Miroku from being harmed further. He was a fool to leave, even for a few moments. "Inuyasha!" he called, heart in his throat. There was no reply.

Dropping the bucket, he grabbed his staff and ran in the direction Inuyasha had headed. His wounds stung but did not reopen, and he was again grateful and guilt-ridden for the healing and remembered the soft feel of that warm inu tongue on his aching body. "Inuyasha," he called again. "Where are you?"

As he followed a small trail into a little thicket, he nearly tripped over the body of his companion, curled into a ball around his sword. He was still and silent. Deathly still. "Inuyasha," he whispered as he sank to his knees. He hesitated only a moment, almost afraid to touch, then pulled firmly but tenderly at a shoulder to turn that precious face up and check for breathing.

Inuyasha allowed himself to be maneuvered and blinked up at his rescuer. "I've failed everyone," he whimpered, his eyes tear-stained and forlorn.

Miroku stared in shock. The gaze was a child's but the words were an adult's…were Inuyasha's, the real Inuyasha's. "It's all right," he said, without conviction.

"Take me back to mother?" the hanyou pled, allowing his head to rest on Miroku's thighs, and the monk heard in the words the echoes of a deathwish.

"I'm here," Miroku answered, "Houshi-Daddy is here." He leaned in to press his lips to Inuyasha's.

Inuyasha reached his strong arms up and wrapped them around Miroku's shoulders. He kissed him back in the eager, childlike way the monk cherished and craved, and moaned softly. "Houshi…Daddy," he echoed across those soft lips, and deepened the embrace. With the strength of his adult body and the earnestness of his tortured child mind, Inuyasha pulled the monk on top of him, and spread his legs wide. The full-body contact brought a groan from deep within the monk as Inuyasha whined, "Please…"

Rising with effort, Miroku pulled Inuyasha's hakama from him as he lay, looking up with such trust in his eyes it made the monk's breath catch. His own robes parted easily, and he ignored the pain as he hoisted the hanyou's strong legs onto his shoulders. He needed to be inside the boy now, his lover, his companion—to complete a connection that threatened to dissolve at any and every moment. He slickened his fingers as well as he could and circled the tight entrance with trembling touch. "Is this what you want, my Inuyasha?"

"Yes, Daddy…please…," came the reply, and Miroku pressed a finger inside. Inuyasha whined and begged for more. "Please, Houshi-Daddy-sama…make me yours…"

Miroku carefully stroked and roused his Inuyasha, fucking him softly with one finger then two, pausing to spit down to keep from hurting his beloved hanyou, especially now. Everything seemed so very fragile, yet there was an eagerness in both that demanded more than just gentleness. As he pumped in and out, he brought his mouth down to suckle that beautiful dogcock, and Inuyasha threw back his head and moaned with pleasure.

Miroku's own cock throbbed and leaked with sympathy as he sampled and tasted then swallowed that thick, hard shaft. And soon Inuyasha relaxed enough for him to know it was time. He lifted his head and readjusted their position to keep his lover comfortable and open wide to him. As he poised his cock to enter, Inuyasha lifted his head and looked into his eyes again. "Make me yours, forever." Miroku thrust home, and a simultaneous howl of pleasure sent birds flying from their branches into the darkening sky.